Yours Sincerely...

Hi I, Hi C! *waves* I'm so glad that you guys have found my blog and are continuing to stalk me up online, and all because you know that you've been very silly people indeed and are pissed that you've been both caught out, and called out on your disgusting views.

For anyone who isn't clear what's going on here regarding the comments on my previous blog then here are the facts, pure and simple which can all be backed up by screenshots.

So, a few weeks ago on Facebook I saw that I had posted a mind numbingly dumb and incredibly ignorant status mocking the plight of Syrian refugees not long after the horrific stories and images of dead children washing up on beaches and people attempting to flee to Europe for their lives were all over the world's media (and rightly so). I's comments were racially tinged and he often comments similar stuff on his Facebook. Now after seeing plenty of mindless stuff like this over the years I decided that my eyes could no longer be exposed to his stupidity so I deleted him. However, this wasn't before screencapping the aforementioned status and posting it on my main page.

Now, in his status he said something along the lines of ''why are people trying to come over here if they can afford HD brows doing'' and hinted that Syrian refugees fleeing from horrific circumstances were basically bullshitters and just trying to come to the UK and other countries 'for da benefits and jobs' suggesting that 'we' should 'look after our own first' and 'more people should die'. It's the same tired, thick and ignorant rhetoric that those decent minded members of society witness every single day and quite frankly makes my teeth itch.

Anyways, so yeah I posted his delightful status on my Facebook and captioned it asking anyone who held the same beliefs as this c*nt should delete myself from their Facebook. I also added that his wife (C) should sort her own eyebrows out before I mocked refugees in an attempt to validate his ignorance and hideous views. I added a photo of them both to the thread and people on my friends list looked at the evidence before them and made their own minds up that both of them were really very silly people indeed.

Laughter ensued and jokes were made, that was that. Nothing more, nothing less.

A few weeks later I had gotten word of my actions and then decided to take offense, posting his own status asking for people to let him know where I live or work so he could 'sort me out face to face' and calling me a fanny which was met with amusement and much laughter as I mean, really? You're going to go track someone down because they took the piss out of you and your wife's eyebrows but it's completely ok for you to mock and laugh at innocent people running for their lives?

Double standards much?

I then decided to start inboxing me in a threatening manner, telling me he knows where I live, he's going to come and 'sort me out' and 'make me apologise' and so on, and so on. He even attempted to track my location using Google and had his Navy friends try to add me. As if he thinks I'm dumb enough to do so. Please. When he eventually realised that I don't scare easily, or maybe he realised that being in HM's Navy that he really should conduct himself in a more appropriate manner as it is obvious that he needs to brush up on their equality and diversity guidelines he blocked me on Facebook and that I thought was that, until he started leaving comments on my blog like the one above and C decided to join him.

Also, I think that wishing that someone does not get a transplant is pretty much wishing death on them so by publicly posting that you've really just proved how hideous you are.

Here's hoping that you're not on the organ donor register I as it would be pretty ironic if I were to receive your lungs in the event of your death. Hmm. I'm sure that you'll both be reading this at some point guys so let me reiterate what I told I via inbox. I could not care less what threats you make, what supposed actions you think you can take. I have nothing to hide. I have evidence to back up everything that has been said. If you continue to spout your bile then I WILL email all of the screenshots to I's Commanding Officer in Yeovil.

Here are the Royal Navy's equality and diversity guidelines guys, I strongly suggest that you read them and think very carefully about what you post online in future. Ok? Oh, and I'm fully aware of the laws surrounding social media and nothing that I have done is illegal ok. Ta.

Thanks for the entertainment. Yours sincerely, Andrew. xoxo

HM Navy's Ethics and Diversity Guidelines: http://www.royalnavy.mod.uk/equality-and-diversity

National Transplant Week 2015 - A Day in the Life....

Hi everyone. As it's National Transplant Week 2015 here in the UK right now I thought I'd dust off the blog to try and help to raise some much needed awareness of organ donation and the transplant process. As some of you may know I am now active on the transplant waiting list so I thought I'd try and get across an average day in my life and exactly what it entails. If anyone has any questions about Cystic Fibrosis, organ donation, or the transplant process then please feel free to ask in the comments. I hope it helps people to understand things a little better.

09.00am - I wake up exhausted no matter how much sleep I have, which is usually a lot less since going on the list. Bedtime brings thoughts about being on the list, if you'll get a call, about your friends who have already died and just how long you will have left if you do get a transplant. As soon as you wake up you have to clear your chest of the sputum which has built up overnight so there's lots of coughing and hacking which adds to the tiredness. I'm usually in some kind of pain too, if you sleep in an awkward position or slip down your pillows (I use quite a few now to prop me up in bed and assist my breathing) whilst asleep then you'll wake up aching so you'll need to take some pain relief which leaves you doped up so already a great start to the day. 

09.50am - the carer comes to help get my nebulisers, tablets and anything else together whilst checking that I'm ok. Whilst I'm doing my nebulisers which have to be spaced out at 30 minute intervals she makes me breakfast which I have to eat no matter how sick and exhausted I may feel. It's massively important that you keep a good weight on when you're on the transplant list as it is vital to getting through the operation and recovering well afterwards. She helps get my clothes ready whilst I'm eating and then I get showered. 

10.45am - Showering isn't as simple as it used to be. I have to wear my oxygen whilst getting showered now as it makes me very tired and breathless. I know that sounds ridiculous and it makes me feel like an invalid at times and I now have a shower stool so I can sit down. The worst part is that I have to rest for 15 minutes after a shower too to let my oxygen saturation levels return to normal and I literally don't have the energy to do anything else. I haven't lost my dignity yet by being showered by my carer but that will come, eventually. 

11.05 - I'm exhausted and desperate for a sleep. I can't have one though as I need to complete my morning treatment regime by taking my steroid inhalers which help keep my damaged airways open. 

11.15 - I still can't rest. I have to do a morning physiotherapy session. 30 - 45 minutes of exhausting breathing and coughing using a PeP mask. It looks a little bit like an old fighter pilot mask and helps open your airways so you can cough up more of the thick sputum filling your lungs. 

12.00 - I finish my morning physiotherapy session and I'm shattered. I now have a little free time. I may nap. I may read. I may watch something or play video games. I'm limited as to what I can do now. I'll usually have calls to make to oxygen companies, chemists, arrange appointments and such like to make sure that I'm fully stocked up with all of the things that I need to keep stable. 

14.00 - my carer returns for my afternoon call. I only have one nebuliser to take which is a slight relief. Whilst I'm doing it she'll make me an afternoon snack and drink, you gotta' keep those calories going in! Then I have my pulmonary rehab exercises to do. These are designed to keep your strength up whilst you're on the transplant list so it's stuff like standing press-ups, weights, walking up and down a step for 5 minutes, core strengthening. All to keep your muscles strong so you can recover from the transplant procedure. At this point however, it adds to your exhaustion so is very, very difficult to maintain. 

15.15 - I'll try and sleep, or watch something but I'm usually overtired and don't have much success, or my mind will be wandering so I usually come on here or Twitter and piss people off. 

16.00 - 18.00 - I'll try and get up and about the house to do some chores, sitting on your arse because you're ill is not an excuse and I need to stay mobile too but again, this is now very difficult for me and going upstairs makes me breathless. This is usually the time that the family are due home as well so I like to help out and still have Dad duties to attend to. It's hard because you want to support your family but you're exhausted from your daily schedule. If I'm relatively stable then I will make the family meal but more often these days Helen has to do it after a long day at work which upsets me as I just want to support her and provide for my family because I love them. I couldn't ask for a better family though as we all pull together and support each other so everything gets done, with teamwork, and love. 

18.00 - time for my early evening nebuliser. Just the one to help keep my airways open along with my early evening oral antibiotics. 

20.00 - 21.00 - the nursing team will come and see me. They come in a pair, one healthcare assistant and one nurse. They'll help me get ready for bed and get me anything that I need plus make up and set up my NG feed which I have to insert down my nose and into my stomach. The calorie rich liquid slowly drips through the tube overnight and gives me 1,600 calories whilst I sleep. I usually have it 3-4 times a week but sometimes more if my weight has dropped. This is because CF also affects your digestion making it incredibly difficult to put on and maintain weight. It often leaves you feeling bloated and full though which isn't great when you're attempting breakfast the next morning. The nurses will also get my evening nebulisers, inhalers and tablets ready too and thus, the cycle continues. 

21.00 - 21.45 - evening physio. By this time I generally really can't be arsed but have to force myself to do it, or Helen has to bollock me. It feels like an endurance test as I just want to rest. I want a break from the daily regime of treatment, medication and exhaustion. It pisses me off but I know that once it is done then I will finally have peace. I'll be in pain again so will require more pain meds as you're constantly battering your already weakened lungs every day, desperate to keep them clear and free of infection. 

21.45 - 22.45 - now I have free time to spend with Helen. We'll usually curl up together in bed, with a brew and watch something to laugh at on tv to give us some respite before passing out to sleep, or she'll fall asleep before me so I'll try and read to reclaim something for me in the battle for normalcy, but not before I set my feed off, hooked up to two machines and two sets of tubes coming out of me. One for oxygen, and one for feeding. I'll usually fall asleep at midnight. 

This is a snapshot of my daily life and it's often much busier than this. I don't know how long this will continue for. I do know that it will get worse and much more complicated the longer that I'm on the transplant list. I'm tired of this now. I need a transplant. 

Please sign up to the organ donor register and inform your family of your decision.

#‎CysticFibrosis‬ ‪#‎OrganDonation‬ ‪#‎Transplant

Back Once Again with The Renegade Master!

It's been aggeesss since I've blogged on here! I keep feeling the urge to write and then, well, life just gets in the way really, or I'm too busy enjoying it to be arsed sitting at my laptop writing. A lot's happened since I last blogged though so I *promise* to start blogging again a bit more. I know, I know, I've said that I'd return to blogging more times than Christians have awaited the return of Jesus but you know, it's me so I'll get around to it eventually. Scout's honour and all that.




Anyways, here's a short video which focuses on the treatment regime of people with Cystic Fibrosis, have a watch.

This is Cystic Fibrosis from Aram Chalmet on Vimeo.